"This is Melanie with AZone Campus News, checking in at the scene of a mass murder," Melanie said into her microphone. "Police have not released much information at this point, but we have seen at least ten bodies removed from the house already."
"You need to turn that shit off," an officer commanded, pushing the camera down.
"You will not stop rolling if you enjoy your balls," Melanie said, as she pointed the microphone at the cameraman. "We have a right to film here."
The cop pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt, and dangled them in Melanie's face. "And I have the right to arrest you for obstructing justice."
Melanie groaned, gave the officer a nasty look, then stormed off with the cameraman. They stopped next to an ambulance that was parked in front of the large, white frat house which had a horde of officers, firemen, paramedics, and CSI going in and out of the front door. Melanie surveyed the area, trying to count the death toll. The body count reached twenty-one by the time the servicemen's' work slowed.
A muscular, rebellious-looking man, with a bandage wrapped around his upper arm, and who looked like he just spent the night partying, hopped out of the back of the ambulance. Melanie queued the cameraman to start filming, and fixed her hair.
"Excuse me," she called out, running up to the bandaged man. "Were you in the house when this happened?"
"So what if I was?" the man asked.
"I'm a reporter. I just want to figure out what the hell happened and how you lived through it."
"Toxic drinks. Gave everyone a heart attack besides me."
"I've never seen you on campus before. Can you tell us your name so I can cross-reference this?"
"Kyle," he said, walking away.
Melanie and the cameraman followed after the man. "Kyle what?"
"Kyle none-of-your-fucking-business," he hollered.
"Well Kyle, I think you owe our viewers a bit more than that."
Kyle spun around and pointed his finger at Melanie's face. "I don't owe anyone shit," he screamed, ripping the camera from the cameraman's hands, and throwing it to the ground. The lens shattered and several large plastic pieces fell off of the camera.
"That was a seven thousand dollar camera you freak!" Melanie shrieked. "You better pay for that!"
"Yeah, whatever," Kyle said, pulling out his phone. "Do you have a MoneyFriend account?"
Melanie unlocked her phone, opened her money transfer app, then gave Kyle her info. He tapped on his phone for a minute. A loud ding played on Melanie's phone. "Go get yourself something nice, and let me the hell alone."
"It says the sender is Dr. Meadows," she said concernedly, but Kyle was gone, so she turned to the cameraman. "The money was sent from a chemistry professor. We need to find out why."
"That Kyle guy seems like a psychopath," the cameraman said. "Can we, like, just leave it alone?"
"Just shut up and go get the car," she snapped. "I won't make it as a professional journalist if I just leave it alone."
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The Strange Case of Dr. Meadows and Kyle
HumorA frat house massacre, a sole survivor named Kyle with hyper violent tendencies and a love of energy drinks, and the mysterious Dr. Meadows at the center of everything, who is seemingly covering something up. Melanie will stop at nothing to get to t...
